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I have told the most novel fucking bouts I had with, or through Camille,

excepting the final one; but should say that whatever women she got me

I turned to her with pleasure again. Sometimes when I had one or two to

amuse me, I used to give her the preference for the fuck, and she

always had one of the gruellings, for she was very handsome, understood

everything, was sensuousness itself, but not vulgar. When I had a fit

of extra lewdness she got me other women. Of course she got profit out

of all, a thing I knew nothing about then. Often I had no want but for

her, and she used to strip herself, or dress just as I wished, put her

body into some attitude, then lay and read the paper whilst I used to

sit and read as well, looking up from time to time at her. Then I would

put her in a new attitude, and go on so for a time; then would make her

piss, catch it in the pot, piss at the same time in it, stick a dildo up

her cunt, and have every variety of amusement I could think of. She was

always willing, never in a hurry, never refused. A charming harlot.

Making her piss was a favorite amusement with me, I would keep her a

whole day without doing it, so that I might have a good long stream out

of her when looking on.

I was most curious about the way a cunt opened and shut in squatting. It

was the subject of my earnest investigation. I used to put two chairs

so that they would not slip, nearly close together, and lay down with my

head between them. Then Camille naked all but boots and stockings would

stand up on the chairs, one foot on each; the legs naturally a little

open as the chairs were a little apart, just disclosed the cunt. Then

she would sit down slowly, so that I could gradually see the gap widen,

the red nymphoe show, the clitoris jut out, and at length the whole

cunt-gape ready for the piss. Then she would rise slowly and repeat it

till I was tired; then still laying down I used to hold a large basin on

my breast and belly, and squatting above my head she would piss into the

basin. I would feel the cunt, and if very wet, dry it. In all this she

was obedience itself; she never moved from one posture till I told her

to get to another, would answer any question with frankness.

I have never lost this pleasure in seeing a woman piss, but at that time

was too impatient to vary the amusements which a man and a woman can

have with their piddle. It was reserved to me with other women, notably

a French woman named Gabriell, and Sarah F--r, to have the fullest

variety and enjoyment in that particular.

I had fucked Camille in every way excepting her arse-hole, I had spent

between her bum-cheeks, but without the slightest intention of invading

the bum-hole between them,--indeed then had a great dislike to looking

at a woman's arse-hole. At last fucked her arm-pits; she had a splendid

arm, and an unusually large quantity of black hair beneath it which

I much admired. One day she was poorly, I began fucking between her

breasts, she suggested another woman, I would not have one; from her

breasts I got to shoving between her arm and her breasts; then she

wetted her arm-pit with Castile soap, which is of a soft slimy nature,

and I fucked and spent between it. After a time we improved on this; she

would lie in a convenient posture, I would lay a sheet of clean white

paper on the bed, and just as I was coming, protrude the tip of my

prick so as to free the pit, and shoot my spunk on to the sheet of white

paper; or would catch the spunk in my own hand, and before my frensy of

pleasure was over rub it on her cunt, then fling myself on the bed and

go to sleep.

I used to have her at the side of the bed with her bum towards me; then

she would gradually twist herself round, and cocking one leg over my

head, get herself with her back on the bed without uncunting my prick.

This had to be done very gradually, for a jerk, and my prick used to

slip out. I used to bet with her about this, and she generally managed

to twist round and win. "Now push,--keep it well in,--hold on, I am

going to lift my leg," she would cry at the difficult point, which was

when she had got her bum sideways to me, and was about to lift her leg;

then putting my hands well on her hips, I used to draw my belly to her,

and prick into her, as tightly as I could, whilst she gradually raised

a leg, and pressing her bum up to meet my pressure, gradually got on to

her back, with her limbs in a natural easy posture on either side of my

hips. By that time I had got steam well up, and a shove or two usually

let me off.

At last having done as great a variety of ballocking, and learn more

baudiness than most men of my age, I was knocked up, fucked out. My

mother with whom I still nominally lived, was in despair. My guardian

alarmed at the rate I was spending my money remonstrated, so I left

Camille and her bevy of women, and went to the sea-side. There I

renovated, and then spent my time on the sands, trying to see the women

in the water. As I grew better my randiness returned, I got hold of gay

women, but my old timidity clung to me, I used to pay them to piss, and

had a grope up them; but do not recollect having anything more. I came

back to London, and for two or three days afterwards Camill's cunt had

no rest. Then I temporarily got into another servant, and ceased to see

Camille much. She tried all sorts of inducements to continue it on the

old footing.

Then although she knew every incident of my life, she took to asking

if I had ever had a virgin, saying, "Are you sure, did you see her cunt

before you had her? Would you not like one again, if I can get you one,

a young virgin French girl, one sure to be a virgin?"--and so on until

she made me doubt if I had ever had one. At last I thought that I should

like to have another. Well, she could get me a young French girl, but

would have to go to France, it would cost a large sum of money. This

talk went on for some time, and little by little I agreed to give her

fifty pounds to pay her journey, and also to keep her lodgings on. She

postponed the journey for a long time, but at length she went. She made

me promise to do something for the girl besides paying her,--which meant

something or nothing,--but I promised to pay the journey of the virgin

back to France, should she want to go; and also whenever I had the girl,

to pay Camille a "Victoria," "because," said she, "you will have my

rooms and prevent my bringing friends home."